Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.